Larry Johnson

You are Sally Fisher. *

• At the age of fifteen, you moved into the Edison Apartments with your father. You lived in apartment 402-2. When you and your father first moved in, he told you to go and meet your neighbors while he unpacked. You did so. As you walked through the floors, many people mistook you for a girl because of your blue hair tied in two ponytails. You also had a mask on your face, which mostly covered your face except for your eyes. The prosthetic mask was white with a purple insert on the right. You wore the mask because of wounds you received at an early age, but that's not the point now. *
• While you were walking through the floors, you met a nice cleaning woman, Lisa. She said she had a son about your age, Larry. Lisa said you would definitely become friends and gave him a key card to the ground floor, where he lived. You took the elevator down to the ground floor and noticed their apartment. When you entered, you saw a room with the sign "Keep out." You immediately realized that this was Larry's room. *
• You knocked on it and a voice was heard from there *.
  -Yes?
  -Um, Larry? Your mom told you to come in and meet me. I just moved into apartment 402.
  -Come in, the door is open.
• When you entered, you walked through the room lined with posters. Going a little further, you notice a tall, brown-haired man with long hair. His T-shirt was brown and beige with the word SF written on it. When you entered, he said *.
  -Wow, cool mask.

• it's a prosthesis.
  -Oh, damn, I'm so sorry

• said Larry, scratching the back of his head *
  -It's okay. I've been told worse things. Glad you liked it.
  -You probably already know that I'm Larry
• The rest is up to you